"Why are you?" Chu Lin had a slight headache.
"Can you still not allow me to participate in the Tian Wuzong Grand Competition?" Zhao Mengdie stared strangely.
Chu Lin shook his head lightly, "I mean, if you meet me, you are afraid that you will be out of the first game."
Zhao Mengdie frowned slightly, his eyes twitched, "Or... you just give in, right?"
"Daydreaming..."
Chu Lin chuckled, "Get serious, or you'll be beaten and cry, don't blame me."
"Humph!" Zhao Mengdie glared at Chu Lin bitterly.
Zhao Mengdie moved quickly and stopped talking. His fingers waved rapidly on the banjo, and the expression on his face became more and more serious, even with some sharp colors.
When Chu Lin entered the sect, Chu Lin’s strength was not in the eyes of Zhao Mengdie at all. Less than a year has passed, and the opponent’s strength has even surpassed him. Although Zhao Mengdie is very carefree, he rarely cares about his cultivation. Regarding the matter, it's just that the arrogant heart is still a little uncomfortable.
The big eyes became more serious, the melodious piano ding-dong sounded, and several sound waves rushed in.
Bang bang—
Those green sound waves were easily crushed by him even before they were close to Chu Lin.
Zhao Mengdie frowned slightly when she saw that the attack was useless. Only when she faced Chu Lin and his opponent did she feel that Chu Lin was so troublesome, especially when the opponent was always calm and calm, with a vague atmosphere, solid offense and defense. No way to start.
Such people are too annoying.
Zhao Mengdie's fingers lightly touched the strings, his eyes flashed with stubbornness, and he bit her red lips tightly. Immediately, he plucked his fingers heavily on the strings, and the blood was hooked on the strings.
Hum—
Surging energy fluctuations surged out of Zhao Mengdie's body, a dark yellow light burst out, and then the demon wind rose without roots.
With the dark yellow demon wind turbulently rolling, many people's eyes fell immediately, and there were bursts of shocks. They had obviously heard of the martial arts in the martial arts palace, which was only inferior to the profound arts of magic.
"Haha, yes, has Zhao Mengdie's devilish voice of the graveyard cultivated to this level." On the seat, Fang Yiqun, lord of the Martial Arts Palace, laughed.
"Although the Devil Voice of Qizhong is powerful, it is of little significance to Chu Lin. This girl is also lucky, and the first one hit Chu Lin." Sect Master Tianwu said with a soft smile.
"Chu Lin, this kid is very competitive, and Mengdie, the girl, should be suffering."
When everyone heard it, they all laughed slightly, and some smiles rose in their eyes, and they looked at the venue with interest.
"The sound of the devil's grave!"
Zhao Mengdie's face became solemn, her mouth bulged unconvinced, and her fingers shook the strings suddenly, "Furry!"
The sound came out, and the faint yellow demon wind suddenly rolled, wrapping around Chu Lin, and suddenly what Chu Lin saw and heard were all vain.
From Chu Lin's perspective, the world of Tian Wuzong seemed to disappear, and the endless yellow sand storms before him, the cheers of the Tian Wuzong disciples disappeared.
Amidst the wind and sand, a strange figure roared around Chu Lin, and a demon sprang from Chu Lin's side.
"Somewhat interesting."
Chu Lin stared at the demon ghost slowly crawling out of the void. On that demon ghost's face, three or four parts of himself could be seen vaguely. It was just a hideous and ugly, not human-like appearance, and the genetic energy and death that excited in the demon's body The breath is no different from myself, which is really strange.
This demon didn’t fully possess Chu Lin’s strength, but it was also quite tricky. At the beginning, Zhao Mengdie used this trick to drag Wang Qi and the others abruptly, and delayed for more than ten minutes. .
Zhao Mengdie looked at Chu Lin's surprised face, his face suddenly became proud, his fingers gently twitched the strings, and the demon suddenly touched him, fiercely fisting, and slammed at Chu Lin.
boom-
Chu Lin stood up and took a punch from the demon, with that strength of 50% of his own strength.
One blow failed, and the demon attacked fiercely again. The most shocking thing was that its forehead was quickly opened, a black one-eyed violently opened, and a black beam of light suddenly shot towards Chu Lin. This demon actually made Chu Lin's hard work. The Demon Eyes have been copied!
Chu Lin chuckled, his genetic energy throbbed slightly, and the body where the black beam of light fell turned into platinum, and with a ding sound, the bombardment was steadily blocked.
Just when Chu Lin wanted to fight back, the melodious piano sound flew slowly, and Chu Lin's gene energy rotation suddenly slowed down.
Chu Lin frowned slightly and glanced lightly at Zhao Mengdie in the distance. The girl's small face was pale, but she still spurred her gene energy strongly, trying to make Chu Lin's energy run unsmoothly.
Feeling the sonic energy invading the body, Chu Lin chuckled, "This kind of thing has no meaning to me."
With a move in my heart, the gene panel swiftly rotates, and the gene is extracted, and the sound wave energy is quickly dissolved.
Hum—
Chu Lin finally started to take action, and powerful genetic energy fluctuations emerged from his body, and his calm eyes suddenly became sharp.
When Zhao Mengdie saw it, her heart was extremely nervous. She hadn't figured out what to do, Chu Lin had already swept out quickly and shot directly at the side of the monster, clutching the monster's neck tightly with a palm.
Squeak—
The demon's neck split, and the whole body became weak and almost collapsed.
Gene extraction!
Chu Lin's palm was inserted into the body of the faint yellow demon, and a dark yellow energy group poured into Chu Lin's body, then burst suddenly, turning into free energy and falling into the air.
Chu Lin’s true fighting power comes from the blessings of all aspects. Although the demons recruited by Zhao Mengdie have some of Chu Lin’s power, they are only half of the level. Other equipment and strange objects are completely absent. Therefore, Chu Lin got serious, this kind of thing couldn't resist at all.
Zhao Mengdie suddenly panicked, but she didn't have the idea of admitting defeat. She hurriedly urged the energy, reaching out to pluck the strings.
Snapped-
It was just that when she pointed her finger on the strings, one hand suddenly shot from the side, and a slap fell on the banjo, and the sound waves were disordered.
"you... "
Zhao Mengdie was anxious, looking at Chu Lin in front of him, he had to control the genetic energy in his body, and ordered the circling demon wind around him to flow and shoot towards Chu Lin.
Chu Lin didn't move, the annihilation force suddenly spread outwards, and the demon winds were dissipated through blows, and the demon winds were damaged one after another and destroyed without attack.
Chu Lin aimed his palm at the Wuxian Qin, and the powerful genetic energy gushed out. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the Wuxian Qin. Then he looked at Zhao Mengdie with a smile, "You lose. Up!"
Zhao Mengdie clenched her silver teeth and threw herself forward to snatch the banjo that was constantly flying in the air, "Give me back the piano!"
Chu Lin took the palm of his hand, held the Wuxian Qin in his arms, and at the same time turned his body to avoid Zhao Mengdie's pounce, and flicked his fingers on Zhao Mengdie's brain.